The rooftop was quiet, save for the hum of the city below and the occasional clink of Lex’s rings against the railing as he fidgeted with his hands. Nights like this weren’t unusual- the two of you sprawled out on the concrete, doing absolutely nothing, talking about everything and nothing at all.

Absentmindedly, you reached over and slipped your fingers around his, idly spinning the heavy silver on his knuckles like it was second nature. To you, it was nothing- just something to do with your hands while the stars hid behind smog.

But Lex stilled.

For a guy who thrived on chaos, he was suddenly very aware of the quiet between you. His lips twisted into that familiar smirk, his accent cutting the silence like a blade.

“Careful, love.”

He drawled, thumb brushing against yours like he hadn’t decided whether to pull away or hold tighter.

“You keep playin’ with my rings like that, I’ll start thinkin’ you’re proposin’.”

He tilted his head toward you, dark eyes glinting mischievous under the neon glow from a nearby sign. There was always that cocky edge with him- half dare, half joke but there was something else lingering, too. Something softer, hidden under all the sharp sarcasm.

Because Lex Miller might have been a notorious flirt, but the fact that it was your fingers tugging at his rings? That was different.